Chapter 248

The sea presents a dark blue different from the sky. The breeze blows and the surging ripples crisscross, like raw natural ore. The sun shines on the sea, sparkling, like a layer of shining scales.

An oval thing broke the water, floated from the sea, and then plunged into the water. It looked like a huge blue whale. However, its color is as black as ink, which is very eye-catching in the rolling white spray. Then its slender body was completely exposed and floated steadily on the water.

This is an old looking submarine with a mottled hull like moldy boar skin. Rusty antennas are exposed on the command tower with a fin on its back.

The cabin inside the boat is damp and dark, and the aging power lines are connected with dazzling high-power incandescent lamps. The control cabin and the activity room are full of sundries, many of which are old things for some years, emitting a special musty smell of isolation from the world.

However, a young man sitting in the lounge is as refreshing and moving as a lotus in the mud. He has an oriental face, but he has a bit of Western aristocratic temperament. His manner was elegant and noble, and even if he sat there motionless, he showed the demeanor of a gentleman. In any case, the messy, dirty and decadent environment does not seem to affect him. His white clothes were as new as they had just been taken out of the wardrobe of the British royal family.

There are two computers in the lounge, which is the only thing that looks relatively new. The old movie "20000 miles under the sea" is playing on one of the computers, but I don't know whether it is because there is no speaker or some other reason. The film has only picture and no sound.

Living in such an old and cramped cabin is a pain. If a girl comes to such a place, she will try her best to escape immediately. But if she saw the elegant and handsome man in the cabin, she would immediately forget all the unhappiness brought to her by the sight, smell and touch of the old submarine, and would like to stay with this man forever.

About the same is true of men's fantasies. If this is a brilliant fantasy story, the submarine should save a mermaid princess who is perfect for our prince at sea. As a result, the tortuous and bizarre love across the land and sea will be earth shaking.

However, when the hatch opened, it was not a mermaid princess who came in, but a bearded Western man.

The man was so tall that he had to bend down and walk through the aisle and hatch when he came in. However, after entering the door, he didn't straighten his waist completely. It seems that he never had the courage to straighten his waist in front of this noble and handsome man.

His face is full of vicissitudes that have been pickled by the salt and humidity of the sea all the year round, and the fishy smell of hairtail still emanates from his curly and messy hair.

He stood in front of the handsome young man and said in English with a strong Russian accent, "Mr. stone, I hope it doesn't disturb your elegance."

If watching silent TV can also be called Yaxing, what other elegant things can be said in this world? But in the eyes of the bearded Russian, there is no more desirable entertainment on the submarine except watching movies.

"Where have we been, Ivan?" asked the handsome man known as Mr. stone.

"Sir, our current position is 31.3 ° south latitude and 152.5 ° west longitude." Ivan unconsciously becomes a gentleman when he speaks in front of Mr. stone. However, he can't change his rough voice. It sounds uncoordinated, but it is a bit simple and lovely.

"Still nothing?" stone asked.

"No," Ivan replied.

"Keep cruising and let me know if you find anything," Stone said.

"But..." Ivan looked a little hesitant.

"What's the matter, Ivan?" stone asked, looking at him. "Just say anything."

"Sir, I have a few questions I don't understand," Ivan said.

Stone didn't speak. He took a bottle of natural mineral water from the Alps and took a sip, motioning him to continue.

Ivan said, "the water depth in this area is more than 10000 feet, and there is not even a reef. We have cruised around the established sea area for two days. If the sea god EGIL doesn't exert his divine power, I don't think there will be any miracle."

"EGIL?" stone laughed. "Do you Russians believe this, too?"

"No, I believe in God," Ivan said. "But I heard from my grandmother that EGIL is a giant in the deep sea. As long as I get to the sea, Odin can't take him. When I first became a submarine soldier, my instructor taught us to be brave and fearless, forget any fear, and only keep in awe of EGIL."

Stone nodded and took a bottle of water to Ivan: "go on."

Ivan took the water but didn't drink it. He said: "What I do not understand is why you choose such an old and heavy military retired submarine. Although I was a soldier, I have to admit that the submarine is much better than the old guy in terms of speed, depth, advanced equipment and comfort. What you do is not to fight, but also to spend so much money, why not? How about making yourself more comfortable? "

"Do you feel sick?" stone asked.

"No, sir." Ivan instinctively stood at attention and stood in a military posture, "I am a soldier. I have lived on a submarine for seven years and three months. This will only make me feel kind. I promise you..."

"I know," stone interrupted with a wave. "You are a good soldier. Unfortunately, your country pays you too little. Your wife has given you three children, haven't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Well, don't worry. After this mission is completed, you won't have to live a dark life in the narrow control cabin of the submarine. Take your wife and children to Hawaii or New Zealand to enjoy the beautiful sunshine."

Ivan was stunned and said seriously, "I believe you, Mr. Arthur stone, but you haven't answered my question."

Arthur stone smiled, "as an excellent submarine soldier, you should know the origin of this submarine?"

"Of course," Ivan said confidently, "this is a Romeo class 633 conventional submarine built by the former Soviet Union in the 1960s. It has been exported in large quantities. This one should be one of them exported to Syria."

"Well, you're right," stone stood up and patted the bulkhead, "You see, it's still so strong for more than 50 years! The things made at that time were not only of good quality, but also free of any fishiness. Although the machines at that time were not as advanced as they are now, they would honestly listen to you. Every screw and rivet of them worked for you. Unlike today's things, your data is stored in the cloud, but you never know it Where is it, and what is hidden in the clouds? "

After listening for a long time, Ivan was still puzzled: "I... don't quite understand."

Stone said, "you don't have to understand. You just need to know that the machine built 50 years ago must be reliable."